All Chapters of My Baby Daddy Is My Best friend's Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning sunlight spilled softly into the Grey mansion, painting the walls a gentle gold. Emily sat by the window in the breakfast nook, a small cup of tea in her hands. The warmth of the mug seeped into her fingers, but it did little to ease the strange, fluttering feeling in her chest. She didn’t understand it, but she knew something inside her was changing.Harrison was already in the kitchen, quietly making coffee. He moved with calm, measured steps, as if he owned the place and yet cared not to disturb anyone. Emily watched him from her seat, her eyes tracing the lines of his strong shoulders, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead. She quickly looked away, shaking her head.“Good morning,” he said softly, glancing at her. His deep voice made her chest skip a beat.“Good morning, sir,” Emily replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She hated how nervous she felt around him sometimes. It was not like she had never met men before, but Harrison… he was different.He s

The house was very quiet that evening.The sky outside was turning orange and pink. The sun was going down slowly. The big Grey mansion felt calm, but inside Emily’s heart, there was still a storm.She sat on the edge of her bed. Her notebook was open beside her, but she was not writing anymore. Her eyes were red. She had washed her face, but the sadness had not fully left her chest.She did not want anyone to see her like this.She heard a soft knock on her door.Her heart jumped.She quickly stood up and wiped her face again.“Yes?” she said softly.The door opened slowly.It was Harrison.He stood at the door, tall and calm as always. His face looked serious, but his eyes were gentle.“May I come in?” he asked quietly.Emily lowered her head a little.“Yes, sir.”He stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. He did not walk too close. He gave her space.He looked at her carefully.“You did not come down for dinner,” he said in a calm voice. “Are you feeling sick again?”

The afternoon was quiet inside the mansion.Emily was in her room, folding the clothes she had washed earlier. Her face looked calm, but her heart was still thinking about what happened at the market. She kept remembering Gabriel’s words.“I still love you.”She felt tired just thinking about it.She had said what she needed to say. She had walked away. That should be the end.But she did not know that something else was already moving.Tessa was downstairs in the living room when her phone buzzed. She picked it up lazily, not expecting anything serious.It was a message from one of her friends.“Hey, I just saw something strange at the market today.”Tessa frowned.“What?” she typed back.“Isn’t Gabriel your boyfriend?”Her heart skipped.“Yes. Why?”“I saw him with that girl from your house. Emily. They were very close. It looked like she was trying to kiss him.”Tessa froze.Her fingers went cold.“What are you saying?” she typed quickly.“I’m serious. They were standing close. Peo

Tessa finally stood up from the sofa.“I should go now,” she said quietly.Gabriel smiled softly.“Alright. Text me when you get home.”She nodded.“And don’t talk to her again,” she warned.“I won’t,” he replied without thinking.She looked at him one more time, searching his face for any sign of dishonesty.He looked calm.Gentle.Almost innocent.She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.Then she walked out of the house.Gabriel followed her to the door and waved as she entered the car.The car drove away.He stood there for a few seconds.His smile slowly disappeared.His face became cold.Very cold.He closed the door and walked back into the living room.He did not look sad.He did not look worried.Instead, he looked annoyed.“Drama,” he muttered under his breath.He loosened the collar of his shirt and dropped himself on the sofa.Then he took out his phone.He scrolled through his contacts.He stopped at one name.“Vanessa.”A slow smile appeared on his lips.He pressed call.

Diana did not calm down after the argument.She sat on her bed, but her mind was not resting.Harrison’s words kept playing in her head.“She deserves dignity.”“She is under my protection.”Diana’s hands tightened on the edge of the bed.“Protection?” she whispered angrily. “From me?”Her chest felt hot.She stood up and began to walk back and forth inside her room.“She came into this house and suddenly I am the bad one?” she said to herself.Her pride was hurt.Her heart was bitter.And the worst part was not the dishes.It was the way Harrison looked at Emily.Calm.Protective.Different.Diana stopped walking.Her eyes became cold.“No,” she said quietly. “I will not sit and watch this happen.”She opened her closet and took out her handbag.If she stayed in the house, she would explode.She needed to talk to someone.Someone who understood her.Someone who would not judge her.She grabbed her car keys and walked downstairs.The driver looked surprised.“Madam, are you going out?